13 Chapter 13 : The Great Forest of Another World : Winning the battle

　--Night.

　After that, Sota and Phyllis were passed into the Imperial Guard encampment.

　Phyllis, who had lost consciousness, was carried in by Ronia hands and fitted with fetters.

　Sota was made to walk on his own two feet, but along the way he was fondled on his buttocks and chest by the rough Imperial soldiers, and a feeling of disgust, different from excitement, crawled through his body. In the end, he had the impression that the Imperial soldiers were people who wanted to kill Phyllis, and that they were now more an object of abhorrence than a sexual object.

　Of course, in war, justice and honor are frivolous, and even Sota knows that it is inevitable that people will destroy others for the sake of their country and family, but when he saw their lustful smiles and bad habits, he was annoyed that they seemed to be enjoying the war.

　However, they also usually take war very seriously, so there may be a discrepancy between them and Sota. It would be more difficult to ask them to stop drooling and smiling when a feast is dangled in front of them in the midst of an extreme situation.

　In this situation, Sota is forced to drink by her and other Imperial soldiers.

　They are not shackled, perhaps because they are confident that they will never miss.

　The girls are in a good mood as they enjoy their drinks around the campfire. Not only have they succeeded in capturing Phyllis, they are being served by a beautiful dark-haired man. There's no better drink than that.

"Hey, you. Come over here some more."

"Ah, yes. ...."

　The soldier woman pulls on my arm so forcefully that I almost fall on my buttocks, but I manage to hold on.

(What stupidity!)

　A sickening shiver runs down Sota spine.

　Even though he knew it, he wondered if women in this world were so powerful.

　This makes it somehow understandable why men abhor women.

　Before disgust, fear first makes its presence felt.

　Men, as a species, cannot win against women in the first place. If, on top of this, the ideological philosophy of the empire's desire to overpower men by force is latent in all women, it is inevitable that the weaker men will fear them.

　Fear-based aversion.

　It was not long before Sota realised that this was the reason why the men of this world abhorred women.

"You've been touching that man's ass too much since a while ago."

"Ha! I'm sorry captain! I was just being careless."

"Well, I touch his front."

　The captain's hand reaches out and strokes Sota's crotch, and the soldiers erupt in ungraceful laughter.

　This is no longer a drunken sexual harasser. The public morals of the unit were in disarray.

　The sake bottle Sota is holding was also brought by someone who snuck it in without permission.

　This unit may be the most loose in the Empire in terms of public morals.

　Being humiliated in front of so many people, Sota face flushes unintentionally.

　As a reserved young man who hates to be exposed to the eyes of others, this treatment was a little hard on him.

　But then.

　--Don !!!!!

　A loud crash.

　Looking over, Ronia, who had been sipping a few drinks at a distance, had just plunged her axe deep into the trunk of a huge tree.

..."

　The atmosphere of the banquet, which had been buoyant, was suddenly doused with cold water.

　Ronia stood up with a start.

　The atmosphere of the banquet was suddenly thrown into a cold shower.

　Ronia walks in a huff through the silence.

　She stands in front of Sota without a single glance at the other women.

'...'

　Ronia lifted Sota body in a heap without saying a word.

　The other soldiers are looking on in stunned amazement as Sota lets out a cry of surprise.

"... I'll take it first."

　The girls immediately understood what those words meant. They could, but they had no choice but to remain silent in the face of Ronia's aura of presence or absence.

　Ronia the tyrant.

　They know that they can't win against her, even if they were a bunch.

　◇ ◇

　Sota was carried into a particularly large tent and pushed onto a bed.

　The mats were hard and weakly resilient, probably due to their simple assembly.

　Ronia lit an oil lamp, which was placed idly on top of a wooden box, and began to take off her light armour.

　She throws her innerwear over the crinkling armour, exposing her sallow, burnt naked body to the air.

"Wow. ...'"

　Sota couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

　Although not as fleshy as Phyllis, Ronia toned, moderately muscled, petite body was slender and beautiful.

　The orange glow of the oil lamp also bewitched Sota, and the peak of her modest breast was a beautiful peach colour, as if she were innocent.

　To the naked eye, Ronia and Sota ages do not seem to have changed much.

　On the contrary, perhaps due to her petite physique, she would have looked a few years younger than Sota.

　However, Ronia naked body, which was so bewitching, had the colourful scent of a prostitute of yesteryear.

..."

　Without saying a word, Ronia straddles Sota stomach and rips his shirt off as easily as if it were a piece of paper.

　When she saw Sota smooth naked body, she licked her lips with her red tongue.

"I won't make it look bad. I just need you to help me cool down a little."

　Gurgling, Ronia could clearly feel her crack growing moist.

　There were twists and turns, things she didn't like, but at any rate, the fact that she was about to embrace a man of the finest quality drove any evil thoughts out of her thoughts other than devouring Sota.

　In contrast, the assembled Sota was even relieved.

...?"

　Ronia's hand stops as she tries to touch Sota white skin.

"Why are you smiling? Are you afraid?"

"No, no. I'm not afraid at all."

"What?"

　Ronia is plainly bewildered and frowns.

　This is hardly the reaction of a man who is about to be forcibly raped.

　Sota, who was given a probing look, continued his words as if in response.

"You are gentle, unlike the other Imperial soldiers"

"... Gentle? 'You make me laugh. Is that what you say under a woman?"

"You treated Phyllis-san as a warrior and did not treat her with disdain."

"That's all it took?"

"That alone made me happy."

　The other women had treated the unconscious Phyllis roughly, pulling her hair and so on, but Ronia did not.

　She is a crude mercenary, but she also has the heart of a noble warrior.

　The fact that she did not despise Phyllis, the only person in this world with whom she had a heart to heart, was etched in Sota's mind as the greatest scene of all.

　Hence, he allowed himself to care for Ronia.

　Hence, oblivious to her ferocity.

'....'

　Ronia can't help but gulp.

　The sexual desire boiled down like sludge fills the whole body, and a lump of love juice overflows from the crack.

　Dull and hot, her body temperature rises, and in time, Ronia becomes a beast.